As Americans of the Christian race,
Our duties we must clearly face,
We owe it to the human race,
To welcome them within.
Our duty we must not postpone,
For history has clearly shown,
That the Anglo-Saxon, and he alone,
Is fit to govern men.
So brother, lend a helping hand,
For this is God's immortal plan,
The destiny of primitive man,
Lies clearly on our shoulders.
The Democrats say we're to blame
For playing Satan's ugly game,
But William Jennings Bryan's a fool, (*)
And the whole damn country knows it.
They'd have us throw away our gold,
They'd have us throw away our beliefs,
And now, by Bryan, they‘re asking us,
To throw away the world.
So brother, lend a helping hand,
For this is God's immortal plan,
The destiny of primitive man,
Lies clearly on our shoulders.
So let's extend a loving hand,
O’er the mountain and o’er the see,
For all around God‘s chosen land,
There lurks the shadow or slavery.
And if these people fail to see
That God ordained their destiny,
We'll send an army around the world,
And drag them to the fold.
So brother, lend a helping hand,
For this is God's immortal plan,
The destiny of primitive man,
Lies clearly on our shoulders.
Our duties we must clearly face,
We owe it to the human race,
To welcome them within.
Our duty we must not postpone,
For history has clearly shown,
That the Anglo-Saxon, and he alone,
Is fit to govern men.
So brother, lend a helping hand,
For this is God's immortal plan,
The destiny of primitive man,
Lies clearly on our shoulders.
The Democrats say we're to blame
For playing Satan's ugly game,
But William Jennings Bryan's a fool, (*)
And the whole damn country knows it.
They'd have us throw away our gold,
They'd have us throw away our beliefs,
And now, by Bryan, they‘re asking us,
To throw away the world.
So brother, lend a helping hand,
For this is God's immortal plan,
The destiny of primitive man,
Lies clearly on our shoulders.
So let's extend a loving hand,
O’er the mountain and o’er the see,
For all around God‘s chosen land,
There lurks the shadow or slavery.
And if these people fail to see
That God ordained their destiny,
We'll send an army around the world,
And drag them to the fold.
So brother, lend a helping hand,
For this is God's immortal plan,
The destiny of primitive man,
Lies clearly on our shoulders.
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